Amelia
-Eight hours previous-
I was sitting in the SUV with Lorenzo and one of Yanex’s drivers, heading toward the private airstrip.
“Lorenzo, how long have you worked for the Tarantino family?” I asked him, trying to gather information before I made my move.
“About six years, Ms. Lombardi.” He replied.
“What about you?” I asked the driver, whose name I still didn’t know.
“Three years, ma’am.” The driver replied.
“Perfect. So if you both want to keep your jobs, this is what we will do.” I said, making them stiffen in their seats.
One thing I knew for sure was that this would prove their loyalty not only to Yanex, but to me too. If Yanex and I were going to unite families and businesses, I needed to know that their loyalties also lie with me.
“What do you mean, Ms. Lombardi?”
